Lyrics:

[Kastro - Chorus] You gon' croak Suckin' up that smoke Fuckin with them folks You gon' choke Dog trust me It ain't no joke You know a million people die everyday Breathin' in second hand smoke You gon' croak Suckin' up that smoke Fuckin with them folks You gon' choke Dog trust me It ain't no joke Did you know a million people die everyday Breathin' second hand smoke [Young Noble] I'm like a ball of smoke Blown from a crackpipe Into the hands of the street My.. father to be since the age of 5 Real cold you gotta be just to stay alive We the second hand smoke of a fiend generation Swear we will But they know we won't make it Smoking a ciggarete Breathin' ya last breath Tasting my own death Rest on my home steps And just vision all the karma and all the drama Inherited the pain of a lost father Heavy black raining With no umbrella Life's like a dice game You can throw whatever And it might not be in your favor And now ya worst enemy becomes ya neighbor And that's life Everything happens twice Breathin' second hand smoke from my ancestors' pipes (God help us) [Kastro - Chorus] Suckin' up that smoke Fuckin with them folks You gon' choke Dog trust me It ain't no joke You know a million people die everyday Breathin' in second hand smoke You gon' croak Suckin' up that smoke Fuckin with them folks You gon' choke Dog trust me It ain't no joke Did you know a million people die everyday Breathin' second hand smoke [Napoleon] The streets dog gave birth Another